Image from Wikimedia Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of […]
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Photo by Suzy Hazelwood from Pexels For every grieving generation: Butterfly wingsAnd strings of firefly lights in the nightThose wondrous thingsTo find in children’s smiles! But at a price – the randomness of life.Butterflies and firefly lives aren’t free, you see. Time grants its holy moments, but never forever,When the joy of life is simple,
Scott had a way of looking at life ajar. He loved preparing fine food. He found a soul in Hickory Hill I could never find. He asked questions, Why? But never faltered when they weren’t answered. He lived a life inside his stride Without much guilt or blame. Life grants us Scotts from time to
Photo by Cats Coming from Pexels The best hand you have Holds another simply with Love without regret.
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In loving appreciation of the genius of Mrs. Liz Flatt, author, mother, and storyteller supreme. TIME AND PLACE 2025. Crossland University, Grahamstead, Surrey, England, and vicinity. Center stage: A windowless rehearsal room on the first floor of a Crossland University lecture hall, outside of which is a small garden. The walls of the rehearsal room
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